M.I., Blu - Church, West Texas lyrics

And my God
You say you're listening but we all
Handle it different
And I admit that I'm flawed
So when I don't see you
I think nothing at all

All I want is for you to be real
For you to be what they told me you’d be
When I couldn’t deal
With things that I shouldn’t feel
And thoughts that I shouldn’t think
But im singing about it still
I got singles that shouldn’t sink
But they do through & through I’m a sinner
& this is proof
Realistic with this, im questioning
His existence cause who
Knows if he’s even listening
Nobody knows the truth
But they holding on to a remnant
Exposing it to the youth

& im hoping that what im doing
With vocals up in this booth
Is supposed to be why he put my here
Why I open up to all of you
Im assuming that all of yall feel it too
That you won’t believe it but people got
Hope that all of it's true & I do too
Am I a fool? I know im the last one
You should be listening to
Ive said it im hypocritical with it
With different views
Conflicted cause they killing each other
Over religion im confused

& my god
I know you say you listening but we all
Handle it different & I admit that im flawed
So when I don’t see you
I think nothing at all
& when I don’t hear you I think it's typical
Father forgive me for what im saying
Im playing i ain’t been the same since pain
So don’t be listening to me when I say

Church first off, niggas wipe ya shirk off
Dust the dirt up off of ya shoulders
Brush ya shirt off
Cleanliness is next to godliness
I could try to pretend like im the godliest
But tell me, what would my goddess think?
I don seen the clink
Seen niggas with no religion
Search for god just because of
Them situations they been in
When your backs against the wall
Who you call?
I look at my 2 fist clenched, ready to brawl
I ain’t never had to crawl
I ain’t never finna fall
You can bring all of your squads &
Squad cars to box with the laws
But when gravity fails you
& hell is saying ‘hello’
And the halo lost the angel that rocked it
How does your day go
I just think about the mothers in

Church that put in work
So we can find some peace
Without finding it under dirt
I told my mama it’s a time
Bomb beating under my shirt
I be ready to burst but
God knows I squirt first so I murked out
Instead of murkin a ignorant verse
I pulled a verse out the good
Book when I wasn’t at church
I said fuck ho’s, fuck whips
Fuck gold & all that
Now I see that god is everything
I want it all back

I want it all, want it all
Aay, we sinning over here but
God is everything
I give him the benefit of the doubt
But my god hook

This ain’t, no this ain’t the same ol faith